CHAPTER FOUR
Brendan came along the landing towards his cell. Porker was standing outside his own and Brendan tried to out stare him as he approached and passed. Porker was the first to turn away and the Irishman grinned.
"You'll just cause more strife for yourself, mate", told Dave as he came out his cell and had seen it all.
"Hmm"
Porker then came out his cell and Brendan pointed at him, "HEY...I'm gonna kill you Porker, you better watch that fat back of yours"
Porker gave him the finger, "Sit on it"
Dave followed Brendan into his cell, and watched as he flopped out onto the bunk, "I need to get him alone again"
Dave screwed his face up and held out his hand in question, "Why? Look is this some kind of power thing? Porker runs the wing, he's the one with the fags, the booze, the phonecards and the drugs"
Brendan propped his head up from the pillow, "Is that so? Maybe this wing is in need of new management..."
"What? You?"
Brendan chuckled, "Why not? Look, I came in here and was happy to live the quiet life. He's pushed me to this, not me"
Dave wasn't convinced, "It's your funeral...He's got them ALL running around him"
Brendan jumped to his feet and had a piss in the toilet, he turned to Dave as he did so, "No...not MY funeral David, I'LL be the one sending the flowers..."
The next morning, Brendan approached Porker's cell and knocked the open door, "Knock knock..."
Porker nearly jumped off the bed bunk, "What the fuck do you want?"
Brendan twitched his moustache as he strolled into the cell, "Just doing the rounds, you know how it is"
Porker screwed his face up at him in question, "What are you on about?"
Brendan turned around, his face looking all apologetic, "Ohhh sorry, didn't you get the memo?", he placed his hand on his chest and tilted his head, "My mistake, it must be...but I'm running the joint"
Porker dismissed him and grabbed his arm to shift him, "Oh very funny, now fuck off out of it you Irish nonce"
Brendan shook him off and pointed at him, "Now you listen to me..."
He was cut off as Porker spoke over him, "NO YOU LISTEN TO ME!"
With his foot, Brendan kicked the door shut and then grabbed Porker, and slung him up against the rough wall, his arms were forced behind him to stop the struggling, Brendan's mouth was close to his ear hole, "I think you must be of hard of hearing...listen to what I'm telling you, I said I'm running things now"
Porker gritted his teeth as Brendan twisted his arm further for effect, "AHHH! Okay...OKAY I SAID!"
Brendan's mouth was even closer to his ear, "What was that? I can't hear you", he hissed.
Porker swallowed down, "You...you are running the wing now"
Brendan smiled and released him, he patted the others cheek and said, "Now that's better Porky pig...now then...", he opened the door and turned back to him on the way out, "...all there is left to say is, enjoy your early retirement..."
Porker rubbed the bruise that was developing on his arm. That guy was a nut job and he was determined to get even with the fucker. Meanwhile word was starting to spread about the wing that it was under new leadership.
Brendan was brushing his teeth in his cell when a youngster popped his head around the door, "Oi mister, you running the wing now?"
Brendan spat the toothpaste out and washed his mouth out and nodded, "You heard right kid, who are you again?"
The boy came in, "Jimmy...can you get us a phonecard...Porker always got us phonecards"
Brendan didn't know where the fuck he'd get hold of those, but he didn't let that deter him, "I can get phonecards for you, you just leave it to Uncle Brendan...that's ME by the way"
Jimmy nodded and was gone, Brendan rolled his eyes and sat on the bunk bed, David came in and leaned on the doorframe and was thumbing to the direction of Jimmy, "he after phonecards again?"
Brendan laid back and nods, "Yep"
Dave was staring at him, "so WHERE exactly are you gonna get'em"
Brendan shrugged, "Just as soon I find out who or what Porker's contact was"
Dave sat on the other bunk, "His name's Hollis...cell 20, he brings in the cards"
Brendan sprung up and looked pleased with him, "That's good to hear that from you David, my number 2 I'm sure"
That night Brendan pulled the covers off him and pulled his vest off. It was fucking hot. He scratched his head and looked about the cell in the gloom. He couldn't sleep. And wanking over Steven's photo and thinking of him was a no no now it was burnt away and gone.
He seethed through his teeth, he was getting mad at himself for even thinking about him. He was NEVER going to see him again and that was that.
Cheryl and Nate were getting married next week. That was her future sorted out. Fuck mine, cheers Daa
The next morning he rubbed the sleepy dust out of his eyes and looked up as that fat cunt prison warder Bennett rattled his chains at him, "Come on Irish get out of that stinking pit and get washed"
Brendan watched him go and then was out of bed and pulling on his sweat pants. He looked up to see a bloke walk by, "Hey...you Hollis?"
Hollis paused paused on the landing and turned around, "Yeah...what's it to you?"
Brendan waited until a few of the other men walked by and then hissed, "I don't know if you've heard but I'm running the wing now"
Hollis shrugged at him like he didn't give a shit, "Yeah so..."
He folded his arms and leaned on the rail, "I hear You're the one who brings in the phone cards"
Hollis nods.
"Care to share?"
Hollis laughed at him, "Bollocks I do"
Brendan glared after him then grabbed the fella's ponytail and dragged him into the cell, in a flash, he had his hand cupped around Hollis's throat, "I thought you were gonna say that Hollis...now I will ask again, care to share or am I gonna sling you out with the rest of the rubbish around here, eh?"
Brendan breathed hot air all over Hollis's face, "Alright...but what about Porker?"
"Fuck pork chops...You're dealing with me now boy..."
Porker was listening nearby and smiled. Time to remove Mr Irish gobshite for good.
